Straight Up

Lyrics

[Trick Daddy] Our father who art in heaven Hallowed thy be thy name, thy kingdom come All our Gs would've been gone (all our Gs would've been done!) If it wouldn't for thug holiday (Amen) [Verse 1: Trick] In this life I live, I done see niggas deal Seen niggas steal and done seen niggas kill And them same niggas there, them be the main ones that tell There's a lotta tension in the air, so nigga easy on them pills I rather be the bitch that's squeezing than the nigga that's bleeding See I'mma drink my liquor and I'mma smoke my weed And I'mma stay far away from y'all buster motherfuckers Y'all sucker motherfuckers, man fuck you motherfuckers I'm being convicted of a thug living and drug dealing Been a two time convicted felon ever since I was a lil' nigga My first words was curse words, shit, the first bid I did I was just a lil' kid And I was raised by pimps, hoes and mobsters Taught the game by dope boys and robbers I ran the streets with goons, I broke the rules with fools I used to take my motherfucking tool to school [Hook: Trick] See I been thuggin all my life, trying to live right, you ain't even got ask I got that Hen in my cup, smoke in my lungs, what you know about that You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up) You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up) You alread know (straight up), Straight up (straight up) [Verse 2: Buck] These feds crazy trying to take me down and book me Throw me on death row and do me like Big Tookie Got me running from them rookies and poppin at the Sergeant Tried to tell them not to push me now look what you done started And you got these rap artists that's beefing on these songs But I really will kill so I'm leaving that alone I'm a grown ass man that ain't about playing Ten G's will get you killed, your family die for twenty grand Blow my nose with a Gucci rag, smoking on a Cuban You damn right I know they mad, cuz half of em' losing I slip another clip into my A.K Stay with Trick in M.I.A. when I come and get the yay See the Chevy got a stash spot I can fit a hundred in the back and just mash out Hope I make it home, if they catch me then I'm gone So we put it on the line Everyday we on the grind gotta hustle til' you shine [Hook] [Verse 3: Trick] My blood line is a level above the thug line And according to the CAT Scan I ain't a ordinary man See I run off ore and I breathe off chronic I power up off money like a motherfucking bionic I travel through time with a military mind Strapped with a Russian A.K. and a German made nine And don't mad at the rappers they ain't the one trying to attack us It's slimy ass niggas and red neck ass crackers Y'all better lower your weapons (lower your weapons) Before my niggas get to steppin Cuz shit can get real crazy if it was a thug invasion Imagine a whole bunch of Cuban niggas and Haitians Rebelling on your ass For the shit you did to us in the past See all these tombs and even arrested fiends It took you fifteen years to close the ave It's going to be twenty more before they close the barrio Now where my motherfucking twenty one soldiers at? Now where my D Boy big gun toters at? [Hook]